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am I just a

pub-crawling butterfly

pollen-sozzled in the dazzle world

of infinite transient flowerdom

flitting in poiseworthy

playful mastery

with eyes for wings

sometimes glad of sunlight

swooping with crescendo silence

nectaring my days away

and leaving in my wake

a litany of colors

unconcerned for time

blending a blinding

eye-transcendent wing-speed

with careless summer doziness

about direction

who can dream me a

being more all round

infinite in beauty

than this drunk with joy

utterance of God

reveling in its finite

casual glory

caught by sunlight fluttering

on the storm's brink

almost conscious that each moment

is eternal

and seeming to be almost proud

of being no more tomorrow